The Hands of Father Time conspired
to strip my Lover's unique Beauty,
to rob my heart of what inspires,
and thereby to undo me.

Sadness strained at her luscious lips
to drain the well from which I drink;
Worry plowed, all youth eclipsed,
Causing her lovely brow to sink.

Anger's heat fired the iron that sears
filling up her hollow cheeks;
Fear unleashed oceans of tears,
ebbing life from the eyes I seek.

Indifference mussed her silken hair,
slowly fading it of color;
Boredom deafened the ears that bear
the whispers of her lover.

Time sent forth Miners to extract
the passions that renew me;
When done, all that remained, intact,
was my Lover's unique Beauty.